What to Blog...

I got tagged my cutest cousin Carolyn and I really wanted to do it, but I've been posting me, me, me, me and I'm afraid that it's me-overload so I finally decided against it.

So then I was thinking that maybe I'd pull another slip out of my blog jar. A couple of my friends have been joining in the fun and I feel I'm letting them down by not keeping up my end of the bargain... but I've had no luck there. Every slip I pull out is L-A-M-E! I just pulled one out that said, Tell about where you lived while going to college. How much was your tuition? books? rent? :( Sadly, there was no college for me. I guess that slip goes straight into the trash. Others I pulled out asked me about my favorite outfit... LAME! My current health... LAME! and current political issues.... probably not really lame, but LAME! So I'm striking out all around.

I want to blog something today so I'll try one more blog jar topic.

What do you wish you knew about your grandparents?

I have been reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (FABULOUS book by the way) and it has sparked an interest in me. I found I really enjoy learning about what life was like for my grandparents and their parents. The idea of living through the great depression and the world wars at first seemed so inconceivable to me. Scraping together every possible penny to buy stale bread and a week's worth of rent is so foreign to the way most of us live today. Then I started thinking about how the news is always talking about how we're on the brink of a recession and a world war, and I realized that we could really learn a lot from our parents. My grandmothers were strong women. One was a single mother with 5 kids in the 60's. The other a small-town girl who gave birth to 10 children. I would love to know how they survived and thrived. What was it like for women working in a male-dominant work force? What were their money-saving tips? What were their priorities in life? What goals did they work the hardest for? What things had to fall by the way-side? How was the childhood they were able to provide their children different than the ones they had for themselves?

We've become such a comfortable generation that it's easy to forget the need to prepare. When there are 5 grocery stores within 5 miles, it's all too easy to let our stock-pile fall. I wish I could have just a portion of knowledge that my grandmas and great-great grandmas had.